It is positively exhilarating for me to be in a car, in Umbria, and able to get OUT and see more than I can experience on foot—especially on only ONE good foot. Pall took the wheel of the rental car, Birgit was the front seat navigator, and I was the queen of the back . . . → Read More: Medieval handmade paper, and wine tasting in Bevagna
My friends Pall and Birgit arrived in Spello only about 10 days after Birgit had moved in with Pall in Riomaggiore. She had rented out her house in Pacific Grove (near Monterey, CA), packed up her computer (she’s a gifted graphic/web designer), stowed or sold most of her belongings in California, and was beginning . . . → Read More: Birgit and Pall arrive, and we’re off to explore
In the winter of 2003, when I was a study-abroad student for my first time in Italy, I joined one of my professors on a clear day, after several rainstorms had cleared the air, to climb the 463 steps to the cupola atop the Duomo, the most famous landmark in Florence. It was a . . . → Read More: A most unlikely friendship . . . .
My most fervent hopes to have caught up on the blogs from my fall trip to Spello (there while in a boot cast, after Achilles tendon surgery), during the time I was home in Sacramento, were just pipe dreams. Instead, after the holidays, and having unexpected house guests for nearly 7 weeks, and then . . . → Read More: Back in Spello, and back to the blogs
Today is 18 March, and I’m only a few weeks away from returning to Spello again, after whirlwind months since coming home. Since the last time I have had the opportunity (and available time) to post a blog, I have been scrambling to keep up with my home here, including defending my precious citrus . . . → Read More: In the meanwhile . . .
(October 13, 2011)
Two or three times I have been a guest for lunch (“pranzo”) or dinner (“cena”) at the table of Robespier, the patriarch of the family and Paola’s father, when he has served pasta alla carbonara. It is a “bacon and eggs” sauce for pasta, without a speck of tomatoes, and his . . . → Read More: Finally—my Pasta alla Carbonara lesson from Robespier!
(9 October 2011)
Later in the day, after the Infiorata party in Graziella’s garage, the activity in the Piazza Vallegloria turned to Via Cappuccini, the steep little street leading up to the old monastery and the Roman arch. Beginning just two weeks prior to the Infiorata last June, Paola had been commissioned . . . → Read More: Paola’s art–telling the story of Spello’s “gold”
Today, February 2 (Groundhog Day!), my horoscope in the morning paper read: “Capricorn: today is a 9. You’re exceptionally powerful in your communications. How will you use the power of your word? A blog, book project, podcast or video could be interesting.”
Nothing quite like a subtle reminder that the pending blogs from . . . → Read More: The post-Infiorata celebration–all together once more in Graziella’s garage
When Alain picked me up at the airport in Florence—with my boot cast, carry-on, checked bag and cane along for the ride—he quickly delivered me to Anne’s home, near the Rifredi station just one stop from the main Florence station. My plan was to spend the night with Anne and Alain, and then Alain . . . → Read More: “Dancing with Scorpions”—not a favorite dance of mine
It’s been nearly 2 months since I returned home from Spello, and began to enjoy sleeping in my own bed again! Mike continues to travel for work, but not at the pace that prompted him to suggest that I go to Spello to recover from my Achilles tendon surgery. It was quite an adventure . . . → Read More: Contented at home, holidays over, and ready to get to work!